So, nearly two weeks after that balmy Saturday walk around Prospect Park's lake, I can sneak a few moments from the cleaning, the disposition of a lifetime of things, the organizational relating of new, old and less so, to move this blog ever closer to the present moment...
Forsythia, having had a cold November, thought December must be spring.
The lake was in fine form.
On its south side, newly laid plastic to smother view-killing phragmites.
Because the lake is all for the seeing of it.
Inspiring towers to go up, as they are beginning to, around Prospect's most affordable corner.
As expected, the new skating rink is immensely popular.
But the beauty of Prospect Park is the ability to disappear into it, to disappear the city around it.
Yet all agency is marshaled toward development for the wealthiest and all too often in the name of preserving what is intended to benefit all.